Before Anne Boyeln, there was another. This is her story.
Scarlett, an orphaned, seventeen-year-old girl grew up on England's monarchy, tending the stables. Scarlett's gift of beauty soon becomes a curse as she catches the eye of the most powerful...
This being has been growing inside me for over five months now. Fortunately, post fall two weeks prior, I was still bearing the King's child. If I didn't feel like a prisoner before, I most certainly do now. The kingdoms physician recommended I stay bedridden to protect the child - so in the meantime, the King promised he would bring me a new book and visit weekly with the doctor to ensure the baby is of good health...as the mother slowly crumbles into nonentity.
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Tyson also visits me as many times a week as he possibly can. We would share tales of our childhood and he would keep me informed on the mayhem about the castle. Although Tyson was not as literate and musically gifted as the fine King, he was the most intriguing man I had ever met. The humility in his eyes, the cheekiness of his grin. Everything he said, every smile he shon drew me in a little more than the time before.
Thursday rolled by, and the King kept to his word on weekly checkings. His caring tone made it near impossible to despise him any longer. "How are you feeling?" he questioned.
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"The child's heart still beats. The doctor's said I was very lucky, and that my stress has not been good for him." I sighed as the King's eyes fell to his lap. "Why do they call it morning sickness when I feel it at every moment of the day?" I sighed as he pulled the covers above my chest.
He tried to refrain his defiant beam as he knew of my struggle. "Yes, Katherine's felt this illness many times before, so I guarantee it's normality."
"Oh yes, Katherine. The rare times that I do leave this room, I feel her eyes on me, and those of her minions."
He pursed his lips in deep thought. "What would you have me do then?"
"I fear there is nothing much you can do. I just wish these months would pass already."
He stroked my cheek. "I wish I could end your suffering. I'm sorry about the other week, I shouldn't have shown you anger... But you must understand, Katherine is my wife by law. I cannot be with you publicly too often, it would insult her greatly and you would never wish to meet with the wrath of the Queen."
My shoulders fell low, "Reduced to whispers, this baby isn't the only thing that keeps me awake all night." My thoughts of this child, tossing and turning inside me, its fate already predestined. The child's father whisked away by his kingdom and feeble Queen. "Oh, my."
